Page 91 of Web of Lies
“I—” he whispers, closing his eyes. My fingers continue to stroke his scalp, relaxing every muscle in his body. “I told Ainsley what we found out about Dad. I told her it was over, that we didn’t have to worry because it was all fake.” He swallows hard, shaking his head again. “But fuck, Kaycee, she told me it’s not the same for her.”
“Not the same, like they have something different on her?” I whisper, his forehead nodding against mine.
“Yeah—something different. Something worse than what they had on her before.” His voice clogs with emotions, rasping out his words.
Chase took the brunt of the world on his shoulders to save his family. He protected them with his silence, sealing his lips so his father was safe. And now, he’s back to where he started, feeling like a failure.
“What do they have on her now? Can I help?” He shakes his head again.
The whisper of his plump lips brushes against mine, sending shivers down my spine. Goosebumps line my flesh, and despite the dire situation, my mind imagines what it would be like to kiss him. Again, and again. To have his tongue intermingle with mine, dancing and rolling together.
“No, you can’t because she won’t tell me. She says it’s bad and she just won’t give it up. How am I supposed to help if she won’t let me?” His lips brush mine again, our conversation slowly dying.
The heat of our closeness burns between us, crackling the air with an unmistakable passion building between our two aching bodies. His body calls to mine in a way I’ve never felt before, even with Eli. Even when we fooled around, it didn’t feel as desperate. Needy. Lustful. Maybe with him it was because of our situation, but with Chase, I like Chase. I want him to feel better. I want his hands and lips on me. I want everything imaginable.
Our lips brush together again, hips coming together. Holding me tight against him, the evidence of his arousal presses into the crease between my legs. Pulling the blanket over the both of us, his tongue dives into my mouth with palpable desperation. I groan into his mouth, gripping the long strands of his hair.
He wraps me in his warm arms, devouring me like I’m his favorite dessert. When Chase kisses me, it’s feverish—frantic. The pull between us is unmistakable—unpredictable. Chase kisses me like I’m the lighthouse on the rocks, guiding him back to the land of the living. Tongue against tongue. Teeth against lips. Savage. Beautiful.
“You good?” he breathes, his fingers gliding against my bare abdomen, circling my belly button, tickling and teasing my flesh with every feather-like stroke.
My stomach flutters in anticipation, butterflies blooming and taking flight. Lust seeps through my veins, pooling heat in my pussy. Wetness collects in my panties, anticipating his next moves, begging for pressure against my aching clit. My brain begs for relief from the pressure burning deep inside, needing an outlet. I need his fingers on me. In me. Everywhere. Yes.
A desperate need blooms to life in my center, begging for his fingers to sink into it. I nod. His fingers glide lower and lower under my leggings, and into my thong. His fingers press on my sensitive clit causing my breath to leave me as pleasure shoots through me.
His eyes check mine with every circle his fingers make on my clit. Heat brews behind his gray eyes, drooping his eyelids to half-mast. My hips buck against his fingers, egging him on, convincing him without words to keep moving. His mouth works against mine, concealing my moans from the world. Which is probably a good thing because apparently, I’m loud? Who knew? But Seger, Zepp, and Ainsley will have a clue what we are doing if they can hear me.
“So good,” I moan into his open mouth, seeking his tongue.
His fingers circle my clit in tiny circles, varying his speed and pressure. “Please,” I moan again, not sure why I’m begging him.
His teeth nip at my jawline, leaving his marks on my skin. His fingers slowly dive into my needy pussy, drenching his fingers. I clench around him, snuggling his fingers, desperate for him to go further.
“Hooollyyy shit-fuck,” he groans against my neck, scissoring his fingers inside of me.
Every inch of my skin tingles from the pleasure, building, and building and building my orgasm like a skyscraper ready to crash to the ground. Higher and higher I climb; when I fall, I’ll never know.
We huff and puff, trying to catch our breaths. But it’s useless. His arousal prods my leg, grinding and swiveling his hips.
“You feel amazing on my fingers,” he whispers, pecking at my lips. “I can’t imagine what you’ll feel like when I’m deep inside of you,” he groans, driving his tongue into my mouth. Yes—I, too, wonder how he’ll feel buried deep inside of me. How hard his hips will pound into mine, filling me up repeatedly until I explode.
Explode. I’m going to explode after all this buildup, finally. Holy shit, it’s coming. His fingers stay deep inside of me, brushing at the sensitive spot, threatening to send me into my orgasm. It’s coming. It’s coming any second now. Gah! The door bursts open with a thud, pulling me from my pleasure bubble. Damn it!
I squeak, burying my face into the crook of Chase’s neck. He laughs, the bastard, pulling the blanket up further on us, covering my face, but it doesn’t work. Chase leaves his fingers deep inside me, pumping ever so slowly, as to not alert our intruders what he’s doing. He eyes me mischievously, smirking as I try to keep my moans inside.
“Ah—I see how it is,” Seger jokes, waltzing into the room with Zepp on his tail, slamming the door shut, and locking it.
The bed dips, and a familiar body presses against my back, coming under the covers too. Seger’s soothing scent washes over me, retaking my lust-filled mind prisoner. “I see how you got him up and going,” Seger whispers in my ear, breaths brushing against my skin. His hand settles on my hips as Chase slowly takes his fingers from my pussy. I groan into his neck as he removes them. No, no, no. I was so close. Put them back. My mind begs with him—them.
“Yeah, you should send her in more often. Maybe I’ll get up.” Chase jokes lightheartedly again.
I peek over my shoulder at the fire burning in Seger’s forest green eyes. His tongue runs the length of his bottom lip, devouring me in his stare. I’m like the last piece of cake calling his name, begging him to put his mouth on me. And well—I kind of am.Eat me!
“I’d say you got up, dick,” Zepp mutters from the chair he’s sitting in, crossing his legs and watching the exchange between us.
Tension hangs in the air, compressing my lungs. Breathing, what’s breathing? It’s nonexistent sandwiched between the two of them. Feeling them—and I mean really feeling them, two rods of steel poke me from both sides. I am their lamb, and they are the lions here for the slaughter—a slaughter I wouldn’t mind taking part in.Tear me apart! Just give me my damn orgasm already.
“You’re a fucker. First kiss, now this?” Seger gestures toward Chase’s hand, creeping out of my leggings.
